They were silent for a while as the carriage moved over the hard ruts of the lane. On each side was a grove of bare trees, with dry underbrush choking the space between the trunks and coming almost up to the first branches. When the lane turned sharply and came out of the grove, so that the view gave again on the open country, they saw the house sitting at the head of a long rise, an enormous house of red brick, with symmetrical wings and white columns, flanked by masses of tall, black cedars. White fences bordered the lane that led up to the house. On the long rise toward the house the few black, leafless trees seemed arbitrary and un- natural, their boles sticking up from the colourless earth. At that distance the house, set against the background of the ridges that defined the horizon, and dominating the slope of the lane and the wide fields and pastures, was blank and lonely and severe. " There it is," Mr, Munn said. "Yassuh," the negro put in, "dar hit." The house was not old. The Senator had built it fifteen years before on the site of the old house, which had burned. He always said that he had built it as much like the old one as possible; and he usually added, "Only, of course, some- what larger." It was much larger than the old one had been. The central section, though much deeper, did re- semble the old house, which had been a ten-room brick farm- house with a high, white portico. But few people now could remember what the old place had looked like; and people by now had forgotten to say, when remarking on the new house, that Senator Tolliver had built it with his wife's money, and that she had a lot but it wouldn't last for ever* Senator Tolliver did build the house with his wife's money, far he had little of his own. He came of a good, moderately wealthy family, which had been ruined in the Civil War by the father's almost fanatical devotion to the Southern cause, Old Mr. Tolliver had outfitted half a company of cavalry, and had strained all of his resources to buy Confederate bonds. He was reported missing after the battle of Franklin.